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'm not irreligious
I'm a Christian
In fact I'm one of those Christians that boldly chant "Christianity is not a religion" I don't believe it is.
This is not to say that there are no religious Christians, there are.
You know them by their works and attitude, I don't want to elaborate on their characteristic trait but your brother, sister and even probably you fit into this category.
War Room.
A few days back, let's call it last week. My neighbors girlfriend asked that I watch war room, she got all chatty about it and how faith inducing it is.
My question to her was simple: "isn't it the marriage mending movie?"
She said it wasn't just about marriage, it was about everything.
That's fine.
I have watched war room, and I can boldly say it's not a very brilliant movie. However, the Nigerian market has colonised it because they like to believe in things like this.
Magic. Not miracles. Magic
I can differentiate the both clearly.
Back to my neighbors girlfriend.
I cannot tell how long they have been together but I have known them for a year, that's how long I have lived here.
His girlfriend whom I shall now address as miss x is a student.
She spends the vacation with him and most of the weekends too.
Her school being just two hours away from us, makes it easy for the weekend vacations.
Miss X is a lovable young woman, the daddy Adeboye's specification for wife material. She cooks. Cleans. Washes. Prays. And everything else the manual stated.
Miss X is humble and respectful too. However in the one year of my observation, her boyfriend has proved to be a misfit, and to her alone.
Here's how their story plays out. For every time she stops by they spend the most of their time together arguing, he orders her around, she succumbs, he treats her like a maid yet she stays, he BEATA her.
Whenever she is away, his room becomes a war room for his sexual escapades, various girls trooping in night after night. And when he is done? Miss X is to the rescue, washing the filthy sheets over the weekend.
How does war room fix this?

https://theadoraweb./2016/08/30/war-room-and-the-religious-nigerian-women

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Hiroto:
If yhu found God....am happy for yhu. I on the other hand needs to...

Keep seeking, You don't need religion to find God...you need a heart full of thirst for him, he will reveal himself to you.

How I may have found my way
I usually tell people I was not born a Christian, I was born into a Christian home.
Growing up, I hated going to church, there was always something irksome about the long service and expected righteousness
When I was thirteen, I got warned by an usher never to wear my trousers into the church premises again
I hated skirts, so I never went back
When I was fourteen I slept like a fool at the front row of a redeem church, I never went back.
I however became a Christian in my early university days
Its easy to get roped into religion and church as a fresher in the university very easy because at some point I found myself winning souls for the church too
When I got into the university, I got roped into a church and I started attending services
I became a Christian, a choice I made on my own
I never attended an altar call, I just made up my mind to be a Christian and my service in the house of God begun
You see, the certain church I worshipped in was a campus ministry that never acted like one.
The members almost had to do all that a normal church would do (this isn't a criticism) so we all served in departments of our choice, we did everything to the best of our ability to serve
I did everything to the best of my ability to serve
I remembered being warned a couple of times about my 'pride'
"Swallow your pride, Adora" I couldn't see my pride but by God I would have jugged it down faster than a cold glass of milk if I could
And while I gulped down lumps and lumps of everything that came with service to God, I was still at some time advised to swallow my pride
I was advised to quit being stubborn
I asked a lot of questions, I ask a lot of questions, questions that didn't go down well with the asked
"All these people here, do you consider yourself better than them?"
"You need to listen more"
At a point I stopped asking, and started listening.
To cut the long story short, I fell out of the ministry, the unexpected happened and I walked away.
When I left, I was broken, shattered beyond repair, I had lost myself to those people to pleasing them to the church
So I wandered from church to church and I couldn't find myself anymore
The Nigerian parents are not the only group of people we should worry about in terms of upbringing, we should worry about the church and some religious leaders too
Don't get me wrong I mean no disrespect, the church is a wonderful place to be but when the church starts telling you to ask lesser questions and just buy their gist
When they tell you to lose your self esteem so that others who lack can interact with you
When they make you bow under pressures and lose your principles with reason its time to be worried about the system
After one tortuous year of leaving the church, leaving God, going back, and leaving again, I found God.
I found God where I least expected on my bed on a certain night, in my room.
I found him, and I found him easily too
That day I realised what it meant to be called a child of God
I communed with him and I understood him
God is everywhere, in everything, can you see him?
Because I can, because I always will.
Service to God would be the greatest thing that would happen to man, and the best way to serve God is to serve humanity, is to serve your positive passions, to serve your goals and aspirations, to live fulfilling your desires knowing that in the end you have fought a good fight.
You might clean the chairs all you want
You might sow your seeds all your want
You might beat the drums all you want
You might usher the crowd all you want
Without true service to God from within,
without the love for the next man you tag a sinner,
without the absence of fear to chase those dreams
Without the audacity to live this life
Who would you be fooling?
God is in everyone and everything, can you see him?
If yes, I suppose you have peace the depth of eternity
If no, why not find him?

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calmdude:
You sabi tell story, are u a novelist?

Lol, I wish had the patience to write books.

Ladies and gentlemen, my eyes have seen my ears. And no I'm not looking at a mirror.
OK, let's just say I have some really weird friends. There's the good kinda weird, the bad weird, and the you need to change your weed guy kinda weird.
So my really good kinda weird friends always and forever come in contact with the third category weird and bless their soul there's not a day I don't hear about their unimaginable experiences.
Stories that will awe you and put JK Rowling to shame.
Stories I didn't necessarily buy until now.
You know how women go on Facebook to rant, and sub some misogynistic idiot they met sometime in their life? Don't ever stop them from doing that, that's their best revenge for an endowed fool.
Let me gist you.
This is me sitting in a cab after making my hair (which was really painful btw) a call comes in from my friend, I hurriedly pick as I have been trying to reach her all day. The conversation is in motion and I'm asking her the questions that made me leave her a few missed calls.
"How do I get to Cameroon by ferry or road from Calabar"
Few minutes later our conversation is over and a jobless young man (he wasn't until he spoke) decides to meddle in my affair.
'You are going to Cameroon?'
'Umm'
'Mind if I ask why'
'I'm not trying to have a conversation, thank you'
'But you can share, come on'
*crickets*
Young man turns to the driver, 'you see why I say all girls are stupid? You will try to have an intelligent conversation and they will be forming, what if I wanted to help this one to Cameroon'
Me (removes home training and sets it aside, throws caution carelessly to the wind, removes Yankee accent, removes all removable)
Let's just say the rest is history

PS: for peace to reign one person had to step down, and it wasn't me.
To all those unnecessary jobless helpers that can barely help themselves let alone someone else, where did they pick you all from?

I guess it's safe to say, I have met the 'you need to change your weed guy kinda weird,' now I believe.

https://theadoraweb./2016/08/25/you-need-to-change-your-weed-guy-kinda-weird/

A few pictures from Efak Satan (Satan's Street)

These two pictures are nothing compared to the pictures I took during my venture to Satan's street (Efak Satan).
Satan's street is a place at the watt market designed for the obtainment of fetish and diabolical items.
Also cultural items.

I would write about the beautiful encounter I had with Satan's street and why we should all visit sometime.
For now, enjoy these two pictures.

https://theadoraweb./2016/08/24/a-few-pictures-from-efak-satan-satans-street/

Photo credit: C.beryl

I don't know how these two relate but somewhere along the line, it does.
I heard somewhere that Shekau, the boko haram terrorist group leader was 'dangerously wounded' by the Nigerian Army in an air strike,
Scrap that, it's all over the news, not just somewhere.
This is me spreading my hands wide apart and clapping for the Nigerian army.
A job well done, please inform us when you do kill him again should in case he rises from the dead. As has become the norm.
Shekau the terrorist has proved to be a man with not just nine lives but a million lookalikes too.
This is in fact is a characteristic trait of a handful of evil people in Nigeria.
That's fine.
To the biology lecturer.
On a certain day, I had been walking home with a friend of mine.
We had barely just escaped Prof Essien's class, the man was a talker who induced brain drain after every class he lectured.
So by right, we were tired, we still had to walk, beneath the scorching sun to the Goldie gate.
On getting to the gate, we noticed some unusual anxiety amongst the security men. One was screaming over his talkie "close all exit, surround the building" others were armed with long guns and hopping into their patrol van.
It was the first and only time I had seen the Unical security like this, other times they mostly just sat lazily at the gate harassing young ladies for wearing sleeveless clothes and saying stuff like "so you want to seduce the lecturer with your armpit abi?"
However this said day was different, it didn't take long and they were on their way, their patrol vans raising dust like the scene from an action movie.
This gist had given my friend and I life, we wished we knew why they were blocking a certain building, but since we didn't we would go to the compound and be the Queens of tattletale.
The next day, the news was out....

https://theadoraweb./2016/08/24/shekaus-dangerous-wounds-and-the-death-of-a-certain-unical-lecturer/

simplex2:
Silly attempt at justifying crime! You can blame the govt, blame harsh economy, blame everything you want, but some of us are working hard to make ends meet and earn an earnest living, while some cowards have taken to drugs, just to build mansions and intimidate their peers with the biggest cars in town.

Yes, I am judging and I am not a fvcking christian so keep your "though shall not judge" sick quotation to yourself. That is how you people watch crime and encourage it despite claiming to be christians.

Of course he will rest in peace, there is already a mansion in heaven for him since he must have repented before being executed. That is why I have always chosen to spend my eternity in hell, together with the likes of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs. You hypocrites can enjoy your haven filled with repented drug barons that destroyed many lives with their greed and lust for money.

Rubbishhh!!

Is this a response to the post or a disguised rant against religion? Who hurt you child?

Offense to the northerners
Offense to everyone who would likely take offense to this.
This is a rant!
Aren't we just animals?
Living in a jungle waiting for our next prey so we could pounce upon and devour to nothing?
I woke up to the most horrifying story yet.
The northerners are it again, showcasing their worst behaviour because their uncle is king of the jungle.
A certain young man 'blasphemes' against a god, his people picked up their weapons and beat his offender to a pulp, a saviour comes to the rescue and his house and the dwellers therein gets burnt.
Nigerians wear your sack clothes, pour ashes on your hair and bodies, begin to weep for you have lost the battle and the war.
What is wrong with you people? What is wrong with the so called worshippers of a god who can't fight his battles himself?
How much longer do we have to preach about 'Islam being a peaceful religion'?
Are we not tired and irked by the extremism?
Is it until our households become victims of this incessant sorry tales?
How many more people would have to die at the hands of these idiots before we act too?
The reality of the horror story that is religion has become sickening
The reality of the horror story that is the northern extremism is nauseous.
Don't raise your Christian placards, most of you are the same thing but for the difference in physicality.
If you throw stones my way or preach to anyone about how it's not the same thing everywhere, I pray you choke on those words.
This is just an angry rant before I go about my day.
It's usually in days like this that I ask detest being a Nigerian
Can we like ban religion already?

https://theadoraweb./2016/08/23/rant-what-is-wrong-with-the-religious-northerners/

QuotaSystem:
Only a shameless hypocrite will try to justify drug trafficking like the article above is trying to do by masking it under hardship.

The condemned drug trafficker that built the mansion below where his empty coffin was buried was not enduring any hardship but propelled by GREED.

I must however commend the author for at least trying to window dress this shameful attempt to rationalize drug trafficking, his ilk didn't even bother pretending not to support the evil crime.

Hardship indeed.

This isn't a justification, all I stated was the truth. The majority of us are already well trained judgemental folks, I just tried to see from the other side of life.

adebayor1490:
Ok

Ok

Life is hard, I'm sure you must have heard this before, but how about life as a Nigerian?
I think the Nigerian system has been designed to fail from the onset, life as a Nigerian is burdensome, its grave, its harder, its tough
Life as a poor Nigerian? Is misery. I have never scented poverty before but I have seen the absence of abundance from afar and from I have seen it up close.
Only the poor knows what it means to be poor, to be in lack always, to be insecure, to be sometimes constrained by the size of your pocket, to be familiar to rude awakenings
Life as a poor Nigerian is hardest.
Recently, in circulation, has been the picture of an igbo man, Izuchukwu F. Ezimoha, executed in Indonesia for drug trafficking
Lots of people have asked why he did the things he did, how he felt, was he fulfilled, etcetera
Its evident from his face bowed that his waterloo was not a pleasant news to him
How he felt? Might be how anyone would feel knowing death was a few meters from them
One a certain thread I saw gory, bashing and cursing, a sentence to self righteous hate, arrows and arrows of thank God and he deserves it fired
And I shake my head for these one.
While a crime can't and should never be justified for any said reason, colonising the role of judge Judy shouldn't be either
I'm not about to say life was tough for a petty thief so he should be licensed to break a into home, but drug trafficking isn't the same as stealing, for trafficking involves two willing partners I believe.
No one should engage in drug trafficking either.
Drug trafficking isn't a solution, it would never be.
This is not why I am here although, I am here to talk about poverty, the youth and addictions
I am here to blame the government past and present for the death of a man
If you shoot an "its hard but I did not steal arrow at me" may it land on your judgemental chest and erupt into flames.
Nigeria is a terrible country, its been 55 going on 56 years of independence with nothing to show for it.
In a country where the life of the youth has been drafted in a repetitive pattern, for the most of the privileged;
Go to school
Get a job
Build a home
This cannot be said to be a bad plan, if employment wasn't such an inexistent myth in Nigeria
So the average Nigerian would struggle years on to be back home on a couch he was once lifted off at age six, checking the next vacancy on the punch.
How about the uneducated? Who accounts for them?
Some will never amount to anything! They would live out their drag of a life having kids who would feed them by hawking on the streets this pattern is a wash-rinse-repeat but for the intervention of God
You see the country is an endless hem of beautiful disasters, the northern kid gets married to an old hag, ends up with some disease, the northern boy probably becomes an uneducated herdsman or something
Maybe the Igbo child would serve a master, maybe the spare part boss would settle him, maybe he would start a shop at Alaba international, God willing have his own boy too.
There are those who would become maids, those who would stand the streets of lere and VI unashamed, those who would get transported to Italy and UK under a binding oath and there's the Izuchukwu
The ones who would succumb and bend to the desperation served by poverty
The ones who would cork their conscience in a bottle and turn the other cheek.
I was once told that desperation is the mother of all crimes, indeed it is.
You would not know till you are doing what it takes to make a loved one breath again or to escape the agony that life has mounted on you
The Izuchukwu's would tell themselves that they would do this just once, as a matter of fact that's what they are told also by their moguls so they practise day and night understanding the principles of how not to get killed.
Maybe some Izuchukwus would run away with a Martha when they get to the land of the unknown (that I doubt) so they would fight it out for a few millions in the bank
Then what is really enough?
Why won't he just stop?
He became a damn millionaire, why won't he just stop?
Why won't a 74 years old man stop too?
Why won't our ancestors leave the country to be led by the living?
Why won't those sitting on the throne of power push their butts off for the owners?
Why won't tomorrow come for the generational owners?
Why won't Izuchukwu stop?
It's the same thing!
A man who has found a means to escape the terror that is poverty and Nigeria would leave his mouth stuck to the nipple from which he draws his milk.
He would convince himself that the next would be the last. Until it actually is for good or for bad.
For this I blame the government
I blame the old retards who would never retire
I blame my father and his generation
I blame Lord Luggard
I blame Nigeria
I blame its soil
Its water
Its air
I blame the land of empty promises!
I blame the one that can't provide for its own
I blame them all
I blame Izuchukwu
As his soul rests in peace, may the souls of the many more who would choose to die like this to escape the misery called poverty and Nigeria rest in peace also.
You all in the end are to be blamed.

https://theadoraweb./2016/08/23/the-izuchukwus-death-and-the-nigerian-dealers/

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Movie Tittle - The End
Running Time - 45-90 mins


INT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Light rays illuminate the goldfish brown curtains that shield the nudity of the windows, the camera pans to the high decking where a white ceiling fan rotates carefreely. The camera rotates around the beautiful living room; a heavy plasma is seated on the wall, decorated beneath are DVD cable controls, game pads. A furry centre rug lies in its place, a centre piece to adorn it, and beautiful leather chairs around it.

CUT TO:

INT - KITCHEN -
the kitchen is typical, hanging pans, a beautiful gas burner, a long erected tile demarcation from the dining set across, a plasma on the wall. A refrigerator by the wall and a big tiger by the door.
Nyenese, late twenties, brown skinned and browned eyed, dressed in an attractive short and a rugged top, her hair falling to the side of her face exuding radiance and elegance. She chops at a carrot on a chopping board carefully.
The TV anchor man chants on about a football match, across Nyenese is Paul seated on the dining. Paul, 30, tall, dark skinned with sexy beard that enhances his good looks, a Mohawk seating firmly on his head. He has on a shirt and a loose jean supported by a pair of timbs. He pays keen attention to the tv.


NYENESE
The week has been so tedious, I'm glad its over.

PAUL
Yea.

NYENESE
Fridays are amazing, you were home late. How
Did you spend your day?

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INT - HOTEL ROOM -
A regular hotel room, an AC on the wall, a side stool by the corner, a waste bin, empty packet of condoms next to it. From the mirror, the camera stops on Paul as he makes loves to an unseen female underneath the sheet, while she screams sexual profanities in pleasure.

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INT - KITCHEN -

PAUL
At work, you?
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INT - STUDY ROOM -
A neatly arranged room, a shining mahogany desk with a revolving chair behind it, a water dispenser by the corner, a nearly arranged book shelf. Nyenese is seated on the arm of the chair, phone to her ears.

NYENESE
yes, I will be needing a carton or two, thanks.

CUT TO:
INT - KITCHEN -

NYENESE
Same.

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